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[sanctus_dei]

[So Theo's little journey came to an end on Sunday night when Bucky fished him out of the storage warehouse, and probably dragged him back by the scruff of his neck like an angry kitten. All wardens would have been alerted that Theo was found safe and sound, or some variety of that anyway.

He refused to talk to any warden about it, but that doesn't mean he won't address the inmates. Any wardens that respond might get ignored.]

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I can't believe it took those dumb fucks that long to find me

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[ He switches over to Theo's inbox—not as taken aback as he could be by the outburst, but the words still ring in his ears. His response is quiet, and as choppy as his thoughts. ] Inmates were why I graduated. They were kind to me when wardens wouldn't bother. I want to show you that—that kindness.

If you're wondering how your life can go on after what you've done, well...think about everyone you hurt. What can you do for them? Their families? Their memory? You can't live for yourself anymore, that's true. That's over.

[ A beat, a ragged breath. ] I know it sucks.

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--You were an inmate? [Theo is momentarily distracted by this news, but it's William's follow up that throws him off track again. His face contorts through several emotions at once.]

You know what would have been the best for those people? If I would have fucking stayed dead.

[There was nothing in his eyes he could do to fix so many shatter lives.
Consequences that leave aftershocks on his world for decades to come, ones he has no idea about yet.]

There's nothing I could do to fix what happened. It's too late!